The Sacristy
A pastoral palace
A haven for servants of God
A prep room for the clergyman.
A probationary clergyman,
At his knees in prayer before the lord.
Roars of thunder rattle the room,
Clashes of lightening illuminate,
Through a stained-glass window.
He is alone,
Father Bernard Benedict,
At the mercy of the lord.
Bernard
Forgive me, Father, for I have sinned greatly,
Questioning his own fate,
never before today.
I am full of fear, Father.
Terrified of what will become of me,
if my betrayal of you progresses.
I’m scared of what won’t become of me,
if I remain loyal.
Father, all I know for sure,
is that I’m very confused,
And I need guidance.
It is a sin to deny thy lord,
in any circumstance,
but it is my own twisted irony
to have doubts and...
To have doubts,
And yet seek your guidance...
The Voice
And just what kind of doubts are you having,
my son?
What is it that you seek?
Confide in thy father,
As you are my child,
My dearest little one.
Unleash your desires,
Unravel your pain,
Lend me your soul.
Bernard
…Father?
The Voice
Yes, my son?
My son,
I’m here.
Speak to me,
All ears are wide,
Wide and open.
Bernard
It is you, isn’t it?
May I see your face?
The Voice
I’m afraid that is not possible,
I’m afraid it is not so.
I do apologize,
My son.
Bernard
Why?
Is my wish not your command?
Is it not your mission,
To aid in my suffering?
Why is it that I cannot see you?
Why is it that I cannot experience you?
The Voice
Because I don’t exist.
Bernard
Just what kind of a game,
Just what kind of a game are trying to play?
Father?
Manifest yourself!
Allow me to lay my tearful eyes,
Upon your entity.
The Voice
...If you insist...
The Storm
Wooshing,
Roaring,
Angrily little clouds,
Zigzags of electric,
Blowing window shrouds.
Maroon Man
Howdy do,
Father Bernard,
Hiya,
Howdy do?
Bernard
Who…
Who are you?
Who are you,
And how did you…
Do?
Maroon Man
I’m him,
I’m him,
He,
Who is I.
Bernard
Father?
Son?
Holy Ghost?
Of any, all,
And everything at most?
Dressed to the nines,
Maroon and Red shoes,
That shine?
Maroon Man
Him?
Him?
Oh, please,
Heavens, no.
I’m merely that,
Other him,
You know,
He who should not be named.
Bernard
It can’t be,
Possibly,
Can’t be,
He,
The monster in my nightmares,
The monster of my dreams.
You’re not…
Maroon Man
Carrying a pitchfork?
Hovering with horns?
I left such things at home.
Silly little stereotypes,
Little legends in the books.
Bernard
What is it that you want from me?
What is it that you seek?
I’m merely faithful to my lord,
Not you, that man,
So foul,
You reek.
Maroon Man
I want to talk about your plans,
I want to talk your pain,
I want to talk your suffering,
Your losses and your gain.
Unleash your lonely grievances,
Unload your pesky thoughts.
Bernard
I don’t condone your evil,
I don’t condone your sin,
Allow me to my thoughts in peace,
And never tread within.
Maroon Man
No,
No,
Of course, you don’t condone me,
That’s why you’re so conflicted,
Struggling and buckling,
about your future,
spreading the good love of faith,
because you’re dead-set on,
not disobeying the almighty.
Bernard
Why,
Oh why,
Why is it that you’re here?
Maroon Man
I’m here to merely guide you,
I’m here to simply help,
My son you haven’t yet seen,
The things that I can do.
Bernard
I don’t need your guidance,
Not your friendship,
Or your help,
Banished from this House of God,
Exiled from this home of holy.
Maroon Man
Don’t you?
Do you?
I hear you’re at a crossroad,
You need guidance,
You DO need guidance,
correct?
Bernard
Not from you,
Never from you,
I’d rather convert or follow none,
Than worship the likes of you.
Maroon Man
Why is that?
Bernard
Because you’re wicked.
You’re ghastly,
You are the symbol,
of all evil.
You are the reason why there is suffering,
and death in this sinful world.
You construct hate and pain,
and spread it like a virus.
You are a virus.
Maroon Man
Flattery will get you nowhere,
Father Benedict.
You’re merely reading,
A resume,
An eternity of achievement.
Bernard
I don’t care what you have to say,
I can’t indulge you,
I won’t indulge you,
To indulge you,
Is to lose me,
And to lose him.
Maroon Man
From what I can tell,
you’re uncertain of your faith.
Isn’t that correct?
Isn’t that so?
Tell me I’m wrong.
Bernard
No,
Not at all,
Not entirely so.
I know what I believe in,
I know what is so,
I just don’t...
Maroon Man
Just don’t,
what?
Speak!
Release what it is,
That has you in such shambles.
Bernard
I just don’t know,
I just don’t know,
if I want to devote my life,
to my faith.
My faith,
My faith,
Where’s the faith in me?
To devote this life,
To everything,
In terms of he?
I feel this way,
And ache this way,
Knowing full well,
That I will burn in hell,
For feeling this way.
Maroon Man
What is it that you have to sacrifice,
in order to become a soldier of Christ?
What is it that you give,
What is it that you gift?
Bernard
Time,
Time,
And life after time.
Maroon Man
Time, yes,
But there’s more to it,
than just time,
What else are you risking?
What is that you sacrifice?
We both know the answer to that,
We both know it true,
You’re risking freedom, you see,
if you pursue a life of pure faith,
you will never know what the beauty of…
pleasure is like.
Freedom is pleasurable,
isn’t it?
Pleasure,
Fulfillment,
Taking that first sip of bourbon in the morning-time,
Taking that long drag from a burning cigarette,
Truly knowing what it’s like,
to make love to a woman,
feeling every bit of passion and pleasure that…
comes with it.
You lack character in this world
and that’s because you are
unfulfilled.
Bernard
You...
You see right through me,
You see right through my pain,
Every ounce and every air,
Of all that I fail to obtain.
Maroon Man
Even he can,
He isn’t stupid,
He knows these are things you want,
But is he allowing you to do so?
No,
his words forbid such action.
Why?
Because,
all he really wants is recognition and obedience.
Bernard
You lie,
You lie,
and you lie,
You can’t possibly know,
what the lord truly wants.
Maroon Man
Don’t forget,
Don’t you ever lose sight,
I once fought alongside him,
the same way you are now,
and look where it got me,
once I realized that there is more,
more to it than just spreading peace,
and tranquility through him.
True peace is in pleasure.
He hates pleasure.
He craves order.
Bernard
And what makes you think,
that I want anything more than,
peace and tranquility?
Maroon Man
Because you wouldn’t be doubting,
your path to priesthood,
if you didn’t desire the very things,
He tells you not to desire.
Even desiring is a sin, you see.
To him,
desire is greed.
Take some initiative for yourself,
and humor me.
Bernard
I can’t.
Maroon Man
Why not?
You can,
Don’t you see?
I can show you.
I can show you,
Fruitful things.
I can show you all,
That he forbids.
Remember the girl?
Bernard
What girl?
Maroon Man
You know,
You know what girl,
Don’t tell me that,
You don’t remember,
The girl.
The Photograph
A framed image,
A portrait of beauty,
Her,
Gorgeous blonde locks,
A lovely little maiden,
Her,
God’s crafted angel,
Dearly Departed,
Cecelia.
Maroon Man
Cecilia,
She is why you are doing this,
aren’t you?
She died,
Tragically,
Overdosed, even.
A talented musician,
who got wiped away,
because of her desires.
Like blowing out a candle.
You think it was me?
You think it was me,
who took her away from you?
Bernard
Yes,
Yes,
I blame you,
You,
Foul old you,
You’re the reason why she’s gone,
You are the cause of pain.
Maroon Man
Wrong,
Wrong,
Wrong again, Bernard,
It was him, Bernard.
He who forbade,
Pleasure,
Mortality was her punishment,
for seeking such pleasures.
It was him, Bernard.
It’s much too easy,
Too easy to pin the blame on anyone,
but the true culprit.
It’s no coincidence,
that I’m here this evening,
Bernard.
I’ve been watching you,
I know you inside and out,
Better than you know yourself.
Do you now trust me?
We’re waiting, Father!
(beat)
Just as I thought.
You know that it’s better to have loved,
and lost,
then to never have loved at all.
Bernard
****… you…
Maroon Man
Profanity,
Profanity,
Is profanity not a sin?
Bernard
Why are you doing this to me?
Why are you here?
What is it that you aim to accomplish,
Foul, ghostly beast?
Maroon Man
If you’d just humor me,
If you’d just listen,
If you’d just dip your toes,
Into my point of view,
I can give you it all.
Bernard
What is it,
that you’ll do,
if I indulge you?
Maroon Man
You can have her,
She would be yours
for all eternity,
You can have everything,
you desire.
Only if you come with me.
Bernard
Can I talk to her?
Can I hold her?
Can I smell her scent?
Can I taste her lips?
Can I…
The Action
Maroon Man smiles,
Maroon Man nods,
Maroon Man grants,
And twirls his fingers,
At invisible atmospheric dials.
Outside the window,
Stood Cecelia dressed in black,
Bernard sniffs a soulful tear,
His love and lust had come for her,
It had unapologetically come back.
He raced outside the holy place,
And wandered in the fields,
To find his lovely little,
Cecelia May,
Waiting for his warm embrace.
I converted an old old old old old short screenplay to poetry, if you can call this a poem. It's not prose, nor is it technically poetry. But it works. Enjoy!
